Thursday, June 1, 2017
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
The warm wind skating on my skin
One hand on the shoulder,
The other one holding on tight to this moment.
A day for the books,
In mine nonetheless
Our past months rumbling in my helmet,
Taking me on this ride to where we are heading.
I close my eyes to see
Right here, I am free.
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Some people will never experience Berlin
Except through stories,
Have their thirst for the thrill quenched
Than by reading.
Close, but never close enough ;
I never saw that sunset,
Just the reflection of it,
And it was just as perfect.
Not all love stories have the happy ending
But that does not make them any less real
Than the real thing.